timebey, the kilbeing

posted on March 24, 2008 at 8:20 pm

post 911noi aint gonna go thereand i was in de. the day it happenedan hour or so down the road…..many confused thoughts todayi see no clear train of thought emergingthe incredible beautiful things my commenters write..the stupid wilfully ignorant things….a bit like me as above so belowi tell you whati will try (TRY!)to refrain from my aggressive rhetoricif we can have no more disharmonyon the commentsiei dont wanna read you slagging each other offcmonits beneath our dignity now peoplei was the worst …i admit itand yeah i told a lotta people (to fuck)offno more quoth the raventhis blogge……out of controlswallowing up my time n my back n shoulders n armaddicted to it i amseduced by its immediacythis is my autoblographythis is real dealif you know me hereyou know me bettertuesday morning, garbo day in n.bondimy friend in hosp. sleeping more n morethey read him a poem i wrote for ‘imwhen he woke up the other daywhen he woke up for 10 minutesyou see the thing is pushing on him making him sleepier n sleepierbut he wakes up n asks em to read him my poemand he liked itand the people present liked itand he squeezed my brothers hand as he read itand believe me it contained the word “fucking” a few timesas i railed against the injusticeand praised my friend to the high skiesand my brother saidmaybe that poem could be a bloggeand if my friend checks out of this vale of tears (if?!)then maybe i will…this week i play the vanguard in newt-townfeaturing some other players with me tooi think its gonna be coolandi think i sensethe very tiniest revival in sks fortunesthats because im so much better nowthe spirit took me in gosfordits gonna take me in newt-townwhat is this spirit?this spirit is the spirit of music who takes human beingsor sends them as my dad used to saybaby these days im getting sentmethe whitest of whiteys got some soul?believe it , childeking rude daddy starting to loosen upbut you were always so unhappy beforenow you smiling all night….says a. gosford-puntermy mother so sagely put it to mewhen i asked her about the gig“it took you a long time to learn, son!”yes yes joycie thats it thats it!everything takes me so long to learnbuti do learn in the endi always had good songsalwaysbut the way i delivered emthe way i handled my self(ooooh mr davem!!)i wasnt cool i was frigidi wasnt broody i was rudei wasnt enigmatic i was bloody ignoranti wasnt superior i was supercilioustrying to be a composite of other geezersinstead of letting les kilbeys boy outthe ‘alf cockney ‘alf aussie blokewho could dabble in musicdabble in paintingand make people fucking well laughjust like me dad could n didi aint no david blowiei aint no bobby zimmerlani aint no johnny o boogie ono leninmy mother also said to meim proud of you soni said whys that mum?she saidyou were being nice to people…..how did that take so long to learn?the most basic thingsthe doodles already know that…when they come back from anywherepeople sayoh theyre so nice…the twillies tooa certain judge here in sydneymy daughters friends with his daughterhe takes me aside and tells methat they are so polite well mannered n consideratewith all the gravity a judge can muster…all my daughters (cept the woofle)so so nice n friendlythats sk for ya thoi had the minutiae coveredi knew the names of all the gods n goddesses in about 10 pantheonsour headmaster mr slade would defer to me in mythological questionsbutcould i be nice?could i hell?what was this glaring hole in me?why did i go round this world pissing people off?nice work kilbeing!you could write poems but you could never manage a smile…hajust like a humanjust like humanityour heads up our own wazoosall we needed to be was niceand to let it all gojustlet it gofiendssi love you allsk

It makes me so happy to read this sk, hope the spirit is still with you when you get to Melby. After all these years I still get “sent” whenever I hear your music & voice, it takes me to that special place like nothing in this world can…..that’s for sure!Love to you too sk,Amanda

you write so beautifully – i have always read this almost since the start – its become one of the internet things i do every day without fail – as important to me as (and usually a lot more rewarding than) checking my email accounts and having a look at the bbc site.

y’know,when you make simple and direct statements like this….no shilly-shallying..no ‘beating around the bush’….you speak for everyone.we have all been less kind than we could to our fellows at some time or another.every one of us have persued twisted and distorted goals.i’m a slow learner too!it’s a wonderful thing to feel good about yourself….for all the right reasons…..some yank said ‘no-one ever got anywhere by being nice’.…i guess it really all depends on just where and what that ‘somewhere’ is…..

sage advice, my dear mr. kilbey. (and to quote mr. andyL: “some yank said ‘no-one ever got anywhere by being nice’.…i guess it really all depends on just where and what that ‘somewhere’ is…..” well said, andy.)

well, i thought you were nice when i met you last year. i thought all of you were. 🙂 i don’t know~~i guess something happens as we get older. we realize that fighting is not worth it, and never was anyway.

you have always been nicer than nice the times i met ya. Its my mean streaks i worry about. I guess (lol) i’m finally not expecting you to be jesus. Have a great gig upcoming. And ye all visit http://WWW.Violettown.net sometime.

Lots of self love is the key. Then everything falls into place. I chucked my ciggies out yesterday and just came back from a long walk. I know thatI will never be truly content whilst I am systematically committing suicide.A champagne supernova Stevie day!!!Poor woofle not included in the ‘nice’ group, little sweets, thats so funny!Linda

It’s a very very good thing to recognize one’s faults and try to improve on them (something Samuel Johnson was into, and sometimes he could be a right prick, too), but I must say of the half-dozen times I’ve met you, you were always quite kind, quite courteous, and generally friendly, even when accosted by fans, myself included.

I’m not going to change! I’m addicted to “The Time Being”. I think The Church 1980 through 1990 released relativly unimpressive music. The Church from Prist=Aura to 2008 is vastly superior to Bowie, Dylan and solo Lennon!! I abhor this ungodly fallen world. I despise myself. I loathe the corrupt music indusry that promotes audio noise pollution like AC/DC, Kiss, Ted Nugent, Crap rap and transforms these malcontents with no talent into brazen millionaires. The profiteers overseeing the monstrous beef, pork, poultry and fishing industries are evil incarnate. Hunters, trappers and abortionists are murderers. The civil rights frauds who don’t care about the disabled or the elderly are extortionists. I revere the Creator, Isaiah, Empedocles, John Wesley, William Booth, Ellen G. White and Gandhi. I admire MACCA, Steve Kilbey, Chrissie Hynde, Jeff Beck and other humane, compassionate rock stars. I’m not a nice commentor because I have allowed myself to be suicided by a world wherein the humans are the demons and God’s animals are the tortured souls. I’m sorry but I can’t change the way I feel. My vices and virtues intersect in this harrowing world rife with violence and irreverence for life. Yes I’m one of those silly Judeo-Christians who beleive in the fall of man. I took the plunge many years ago and I’m amid the throes with all my woes. George W told me I’m saved because I love Jesus. Deliverance!!

maybe if you’d spent your ‘youth’ being nice you’d have written even better songs and have been more widely loved, but I strongly doubt it

you didn’t set out to be rude or frigid or ignorant or supercilious (if that’s what you were)

the energy and care you put into your music had to come from somewhere and at some cost

besides – without the days when you’re grumpy or crabby or sniping or even nasty there’s no reference point for the ones when you’re not

and what you have here is something not a lot of us have – a whole bunch of people from all over the shop who will actually listen to you when you vent your spleen and who will let you know whether you’re being a prat or just a human (time) being

People around me ask what I’m listening to. I tell them SK or S&RK or The Church, and always the response is the same; uh, who?

‘ They make Pink Floyd look like bumbling amateurs. ‘ And I always get a look of stunned disbelief and the unmuttered ‘ Blasphemer! ‘ and then I hit them with P=A, or more recently Forget Yourself. They marvel. My friend, you and your craft are the finest wine. Thankfully you don’t sit on a shelf.

In my experience, you can always tell the most about a person by observing the children of said person. The children get the unfiltered, the (don’t hate me, SK) unguarded moments; if your children are considered the most polite and mannered, it confirms what most of us already know. I don’t care if you blanch, but you are a kind magnificent soul.

My kids grew up thinking their names were arabic and russian cuss-words for the first 4 yrs of their lives. It’s Cosby, in different languages. ‘ Sorry, daddy is a linguist, guys ‘

This work is steeped in the language and concerns of Merleau-Ponty, Marcel, Ricoeur, Levinas, Dufrenne, and Werner Marx, but is by no means confined to an exposition—or even an integration—of the theories of others. Instead, the author offers, first, an original phenomenological description of the phenomenon of kindness, supported not only by examples drawn from his own experience and from current social events, but by examples drawn from the arts, notably literature. Next, he complements the descriptive move with a hermeneutics of suspicion designed to reveal how hidden interpretive frameworks covertly shape the ways in which we experience and recognize kindness. Yet he does not merely invoke such suspicion in order to “destabilize” descriptions, undermining their findings by revealing their limits; rather, he assigns the hermeneutic move a positive role, employing it in service of a critique of the social world itself.

The result is an original thesis of “critical kindness” as a practical wisdom. Here kindness does indeed function as a regulative ideal. However, it must be constantly tempered with critical questioning, along with a vigilant readiness to rethink social institutions and cultural assumptions. In this way, a life of kindness does not naively accept or reinstate a ready-made world of anesthetized sensitivities, but helps to make community possible by actively creating it, just as an artist creates a work of art—an activity guided by, but irreducible to, inherited rules and frameworks. According to Hamrick, then, kindness itself can thus be understood as a kind of “performance art” requiring the utmost situational sensitivity—a discerning “poetics of the will,” guided by the principle of informed respect and sustained by a commitment “to bring goodness into being within what well-founded suspicion reveals as the limits of one’s situations”

Looking forward to the Vanguard, especially if the Time Being is going to be nice, treat his flock with some due respect, be a bit rehearsed and not be reading from notes sitting in front of him a la Wollongong Ox4d tavern.Just make sure September 13 and Mechanism are played!!!!

So why DID you go around the world pissing people off? only a few weeks ago you were warning us not to evoke the Kilbey anger – where d’you think that anger came from? You’ve had the looks, talent, money, women, fame – yet the anger didn’t go away. I can see I’m probably prying too much here, but it’s not motivated by any desire to ‘stir it’. I just wondered if you’d reached any conclusions about why you were/sometimes still are like that?

i love you too steve, old son…just don’t start getting too nice because some of your best music has a bit of venom and spleen and piss and vinegar in it…maybe be a good soul and save the other stuff for your music…isn’t it nice to have kids that people comment favourably about…i always stress good manners and treating people well to my daughter and people who meet her think that she’s lovely…i just hope that she continues to have her beautiful attitude to others throughout her life…i’m very proud of her…goodness always to you steve, you’re someone very special…love always…

It’s good to be thoughtful & considerate, well-mannered & polite, but one can’t be all these things all of the time, one just has to do their best, though the conscious effort to grow in life and love (inner-Life & inner-Love) will allow space for goodness to shine through more and more, and manifest as outward circumstances in one’s life.

Bobby boy and his sidekick Bobby N made an art-form of being nasty during the Highway-Blonde on Blonde period. But I don’t think it did Mr Z much good…he got lucky and had an accident. Deliberate nastiness is bad karma, in my experience that dogma bit me badly.

…just read a page-spread in the new drum re SK solo gig @ Vanguard, looking forward to it muchly! Roll on Thursday night…

I found today’s blog very moving, Steve. “Touching” is probably too scmaltzy a word for you, eh, Killer?Well, one of my earlier comments said I didn’t believe for a second that you were as “not-nice” as you were claiming. Someone with your beliefs simply cannot be a bad human being. But – like me and a lot of other people – your anger and frustration with this world made you “lash out” to let out some of that discontent of yours, I’m sure. But it’s definitely not a healthy state of mind to be living in. I’m constantly struggling with it myself, but I think (hope) I’m getting better at counting my blessings, so to speak. I support WSPA and Greenpeace and believe in trying to make a difference in this world, even if it seems pretty hopeless, but I also believe in doing one’s best to enjoy this one life that we’vce been given by our parents. No, unfortunately I don’r believe in an afterlife. All the more reason to marvel at the beauty of this life.

really happy to hear that things are coming together for you, steve. you’re a good egg.

everyone’s got their issues, and everyone lashes out at the world at some point because it’s reflecting back something they don’t like about themselves. as a perfectionist, i think you tend to weigh those aspects of your past more heavily than the times when you’ve shown the sort of small kindnesses to others that leave a mark. i’ve read about such acts many times, when you took time to call a fiendd who had lost a loved one for example, and i watched you sign paintings and albums and pose for countless pictures despite being exhausted after a show, and still have time for a pleasant, engaging chat. Not trying to eggagerate that into heroics or anything, just pointing out that you’ve been kinder than perhaps you remember.

(best wishes and strength to your friend at this awful time – hope we don’t end up hearing that poem for many years)

its funny when you hear, read or come across something profoundly true you sort of feel it in your solar plexus, don’t matter if its not rational or don’t follow any laws of logic, it just resonates in your bones and that radient yellow chakra, it’s not even something the brain comprehends or understands fully, it’s just close to the truth, something authentic, something you can trust in a world filled with fakes. you have always had that steve, always, every time i saw you play and every time i hear your songs and its just shining through now, like a bright star in the night. hope your friend pulls through. peace.

You should be proud, Kilbeing. Your art and the things your write in this here blog are very inspiring to peeps like me who seem to be living the Continuing Story of Things Falling Apart. Love on everybody. Love on everybody.

One thing I really appreciate about being nice is that it’s not the same thing as making nice. In being nice there’s connection and recognition of the divine in the other; or at least there’s an opportunity to connect and recognize one another.

Steve, you had a Slinky moment!! What the hell is a Slinky moment, you ask? Slinky was a little feral cat I fed several times a day for three years before he would so much as let me touch him. I gained three other stray cats who followed me home during the years I fed Slinky, but he just couldn’t allow himself to let down his guard. And then one day he did — he bumped up against my leg and it was ok. It was as if he had a cat epiphany and he realised he didn’t always have to be on guard. From that day on Slinky was one very happy (and affectionate) cat.

Obviously being a human is much more complicated than being a cat, but I’m so pleased you had a Slinky moment Steve. May you always be a very happy cat.

And I have to strongly agree with Sue’s comment:

You seemed, i cant quite think of the right word at the moment.. but, an unsettled being. Ive always loved you for what i could see hiding underneath that occasional facade.

I’d probably still like your music if I didn’t like you, but I’d never have dealt with you in any other way. I’d never have put out even this much energy and effort for someone I neither liked nor respected. The person you want to be has always been there — you just have to be able to let down your guard and allow him to come out.

Wow, where is the sk I know and love? don’t forget we need to berail the gashouse gang, the Cheneys and meateaters. Do not go gentle, this world will eat you up and spit you out, maybe you are all spit out? ^jax

PS.. listening to PA for the 325th time and still not tired..always hear something different.. everytime.. amazing..